Last night a little rain, today fine, still & mild. Dug 2 more trenches. Cut down some of the herbaceous plants. Some of the phloxes will have to be split up. Another double egg. By the look of them all the double eggs I have seen recently come from the same bird, tho’ it is always said locally that a double egg means the beginning or ending of a clutch.

Double yolks are beautiful when they reveal themselves without warning, bright-eyed, splayed in a sizzling skillet. Extra toast and strawberry preserves are called for in many instances. A pile of sausage and bacon on the side for sure.

I wonder if Mr. Blair is still giving the hens that designer Hen Food he purchased in the recent past. Anyway, it seems his investment in the hens–whatever it amounts to–has paid increasing dividends (some, eerily unforeseen) to this point.